Country Grammar album lyrics - Nelly

Nelly - St. Louie Nelly

(Chorus) x2 Mmmmm you can find me in St. Louie Where the gun play ring all day (nanana) Some got jobs and some sell yea' Others just smoke and fuck all day I'm from the home of Red Fox, Ced the Entertainer Jettin off with Brian Cox, قصص اهل البيت I'll see ya later Maybe not cuz I got somethin hot In the Navigata, waitin in the parkin lot A Bad Boy, on a Ryde Ruff-er than The LOX I keep 'em both cocked, need her ass the bring it Now tell me boys have ya seen her Have you seen her, nine millimeter Makin niggas believas Hop out the two seater, in a Vokal wife beater Levi's fresh from the cleaners Heavy starch with the cuff Like fuck it leave it to beaver Catch me in the Galleria, Plaza of Chesterfield Rollin down Hanley Hills, in a black Sedan Deville I used to love it when hit me for a rocker Maybe a bopper, I kept it proper A non-stopper, around the clock-a Now it's cool to pull up the Benz and helicopta, uh (Chorus) Sunday mornin, crack of dawnn and I'm yawnin Natural bridge and kings highway is where I'm goin Wake up man and start blowin Gotta get those juices flowin Now I'm gonna tell ya one more time For you cats that just ain't knowin Hey, you can find me in St. Louie In the hole with me Fetty and Leezy gettin swoll Grabbin the Optimo, sharpin up my flow Practicin for my shows, that's usually how it goes We be ready to go, the chronic already rolled Swingin through O'Fallon Sounds, knockin out of control Like a boom boom boom, who is it? It's Jackie Frost The one who's gettin where he at and he showed you who was the boss I'm like a human hot sauce Thinkin I'll burn your thoughts Your information was false I'll show you just what it costs In the M I crooked letter crooked letter O U R I No one could do it better, hey (Chorus) Now in the middle we keep it crunk and jiggy Love 'Pac and Biggie The way that you love your sticky Call Louie he have you pissy Mix with hen and crissy Bumpin Tim and Missy With Slim he used to diss me In the red Expedishy Thats Okay though, she can ride for the day though Can't even be a house guest Kato I'm a dog I said it rough Now call me snoopy Wouldn't have me in a hoopie Now you see me in a coupie In front of utopia, I'm hopin ya Come down herd chippin, may I'm toastin ya Thanksgiving in these parts yo we roastin ya And when the heat come down Get ghostin ya (god bless us) Loax with us, just how he jokes with us My daddy told me that I'm supposed to bust Don't be provokin us It ain't no joke in us Just the North, South, East, West coast, and us (Chorus till fade...) .

Nelly - Greed, Hate, Envy

Right up in here, is the sweet spot Stay right up in here, and don't bend unda pre'sure Is that what it is? The cake will do Uhh, uhh uhh, the cake will do Tell em, fuck the shame, tell em Fuck the game, don't let the game fuck you Check it out I - opened up shop at 13 Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and O-Z's From hand-held, digital to triple-beam Now my pa-ger's an e-mail flip screen Expanded my game off into amphetamines Looked around and had a small wall green But tha word out on tha street is that u fucked wit my fiends Them niggas around tha corner then let tha thing beam Now they done let it burn out, phone a ching ching Just another - hustle to add to my schemes Just another piece of the puzzle to my dreams cuz the house, the cars, and the coffee take green I might ride tha range wit tha Roley on the rocks or push a candy colored cutless wit a matchin T-shirt When the - spot get hot don't stop, move shop Find another block restock and take it from the top now (Chorus) x2 Greed, Hate, Envy but cake will do Fuck tha game don't let the game fuck you Follow the rules stay cool and rock jewels Greed, Hate, Envy but cake will do So you think you're the shit nigga YA smell me Shouts out to my nigga NORE I'll never take another man's g.
lory Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe Now you know me, I be low key On these icey roleys Scob done showed me And hoes ignored me, now they blow me Them niggas that loaned me now they owe me Oh me Oh my I can see tha greed and tha envy in yo eyes Now call me a lie While you five stand by I stand by tha captain Hoe play now did somebody page Samson I stay cheefin' higha than a hooker on the weekends Seven days a weekend man, I walk in yo church reekin Now Lester called me a heathen old fish eyed fool Bitch had the nerve to repeat old fish eyed fool (Chorus) One time out in the Range Rover (WOOP WOOP, WOOP!) Aww shit they pulled me over What tha hell y'all fuckin wit me fo? Speed limit 30 just doin 34 "Yeah son, where the gun?" It's at home wit tha dope "Oh you a smart ass ha?" Nah that's my lil joke "How bout I tow yo truck in?" Ain't no need to be provoked besides everything up in here done been smoked I ain't got nuttin but tapes and CDs Pocket full of G's and two tickets across seas So me and my boo can lay under the palm trees Ain't no more questions then hand me my ID You could tell he was pissed cuz the black man in the black range doin black things wit his black change Doin the right thing, drivin his ass insane And if I wasn't in his face he probably be callin me names (Chorus) .

Nelly - (Hot Shit) Country Grammar

(HOT SHIT!) (Chorus) Hmmmmm I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover (c'mon) Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go (HOT SHIT!) Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now Mmmmm, you can find me, in St. Louis rollin on dubs Smokin on dubs in clubs, blowin up like cocoa puffs Sippin Bud, gettin perved and getting dubbed Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs And it's all because, 'ccumulated enough stretch just to navigate it, wood decorated on chrome and it's candy painted, fans fainted - while I'm entertainin Wild ain't it? How me and money end up hangin I hang with Hannibal Lector (HOT SHIT!) so feel me when I bring it Sing it loud (what?) I'm from the Lou' and I'm proud Run a mile - for the cause, I'm righteous above the law Playa my style's raw, I'm "Born to Mack" like Todd Shaw Forget the fame, and the glamour Give me D's wit a rubber hammer My grammar be's ebonics, gin tonic and chronic Fuck bionic it's ironic, slammin niggaz like Onyx Lunatics til the day I die (Chorus) Who say pretty boys can't be wild niggaz? Loud niggaz, O.K. Corral niggaz Foul niggaz, run in the club and bust in the crowd nigga How nigga? Ask me again and it's goin down nigga Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown nigga Pound niggaz, what you be givin when I'm around nigga Frown niggaz, talkin shit when I leave the town nigga Say now, can you hoes come out to play now Hey I'm, ready to cut you up any day now Play by, my rules Boo and you gon' stay high May I, answer yo' +Third Question+ like A.I. Say hi, to my niggaz left in the slamma From St. Louis to Memphis From Texas back up to Indiana, Chi-Town K.C. Motown to Alabama L-A, New York Yankee niggaz to Hotlanta 'ouisiana, all my niggaz wit "Country Grammar" Smokin blunts in Savannah Blow thirty mill' like I'm Hammer I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics (Chorus) Who say pretty boys can't be wild niggaz? Loud niggaz, O.K. Corral niggaz Foul niggaz, run in the club and bust in the crowd nigga How nigga? Ask me again and it's goin down nigga Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown nigga Pound niggaz, what you be givin when I'm around nigga Frown niggaz, talkin shit when I leave the town nigga Say now, can you hoes come out to play now Hey I'm, ready to cut you up any day now Play by, my rules Boo and you gon' stay high May I, answer yo' +Third Question+ like A.I. Say hi, to my niggaz left in the slamma From St. Louis to Me.
mphis From Texas back up to Indiana, Chi-Town K.C. Motown to Alabama L-A, New York Yankee niggaz to Hotlanta 'ouisiana, all my niggaz wit "Country Grammar" Smokin blunts in Savannah Blow thirty mill' like I'm Hammer (Chorus) Let's show these cats to make these milli-ons So you niggaz quit actin silly, mon +Kid+ quicker than +Billy+, mon Talkin really and I need it mon Foes I kick em freely mon, 'specially off Remi, mon Keys to my Beemer, mon - holla at Beenie Man See me, mon, cheifin rollin deeper than any mon through Jennings mon, through U-City back up to Kingsland wit nice niggaz, sheist niggaz who snatch yo' life niggaz Trife niggaz, who produce and sell the same beat twice, nigga (HOT SHIT!) Ice niggaz, all over close to never sober From broke to havin dough, cause my price Range is Rover Now I'm knockin like Jehovah - let me in now, let me in now Bill Gates, Donald Trump let me in now Spin now, I got money to lend my friends now We in now, candy Benz, Kenwood and 10"s now I win now (Whoo!) Fuckin lesbian twins now Seein now, through the pen I make my ends now (Chorus) .

Nelly - Steal Da Show

Yo, 'for the nigga mention my name I let him know the deal I'm the nigga, same nigga, thought was a lame nigga Now I push a Range nigga, you know the name nigga Peep the Iceberg jeans, the ice chain nigga And if I got beef I let the whole world know it So if you got beef let the whole world know it Yaun take it to the streets let the whole world know it It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it Or get it blown from the top gun nigga I ain't finished talkin 'bout it 'till ya top gone nigga Dissin my crew you catch hot ones I'm hot son, yo that's why I carry hot guns I'm on a beach in L.A. fuckin fly misses While you niggas at the crib tryna' find misses Yo I'm gettin head from the Mexican dime bitches Them niggas mad 'cause they riches ain't like my riches A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the school boy The civilized jewel boy I got not one, two, three, four, five, but six whores For equality, vocal ??? and wallabies I smoke la like ??? it got me boomin like bad-a-bing Rap, don't gotta sing 'cause I get my hum on Actually I get hummed on Hoes tongues be on my dong dong ??? long, head at night, head in the morn Lunatic, five strong, king kong's are writin songs Cats be gettin gone thinkin they got it goin on Folks brought you a brawl, it all started in ya home Check the background, St. Louis clown from the U-Town Fourteen, pimp of the year like Dru Down Same crew now, it's too damn quiet but too loud Hoes be pretendin always sayin they too proud If I ruled the world, I do now Me and the 'Tics 'bout to rack 'em and move the crowd (Chorus) x2 I rip grass and smash, with a 44 mag This nigga jag, from the front to the back I heard it crash Nigga ??? ??? hurt 'em bad, you heard him laugh Talkin trash 'bout whoopin my ass I never let a nigga do that, who that Get his brains blew back with a new gat Yellin "true that", hollowtips is goin cleeeeean through that And I didn't have to get my whole team just to do that In a blue hat, with a black baggy Karl Kani An iced out ring just to score on your eye Hard to die, like Bruce, Lee get a victory Cats is sick like H-I-V if they feelin weak We be ??? ???, Jackie Frost, ??? ??? Danny Terrio, ???? shows to the Motorola Money hold up, whippin the Rover, high roller dog What you holdin, I'm paid, so controllin y'all Yiggidy yes y'all like Das EFX, I's be next To rep that Midwest, it's sets and projects Now once Keyaun say hit the safe, raise the stakes 'Tics in fifty states, might as well blaze the cake I got moves to make, transactions to handshakes Drugs for papes, now I'm sellin CDs and tapes Funerals and wakes caused by greed and hate A snake is still a snake no matter the size or shape Those that hate, anchored with weights, found in the lake Come off the chain my main, you tied to the gate First you caught a case, second you caught the babes Third, you caught me with your date, that was no mistake Good things come to those who wait So i.
f you waitin on them 'Tics, huh, they gon' be late In your house with your spouse I'm doin the nasty I'm a felon, ask Jay, I rob industries and ashtrays Branson and hashy, ??? ??? and wrap somethin And burn the place, ya heard me Watch me load up the ammo, cock it back slow In the back door, infrared lowWatch me load up the ammo, cock it back slow In the back door, infrared low Tell me somethin that I don't already know Like, which one of these closets contain cash flow Got three little problems I just thought you should know Peep, I'm addicted to 'yes' and I'm allergic to 'no' I'm obsessed with dough, money makin and the hoes Anything other than satisfaction gon' blow Heard through the grapevine you lookin for me Couldn't be, 'cause if it was you would be bookin from me Shook when ya see Nelly rollin in the GS-3 Hangin out the sunroof like "bing, bing, bing" Back the car up, pop the trunk now Can ya hold ya breath 'cause I'ma flood this town That ass scream "nine-second-five right here" Neighbors on the lawn like "Nelly, why right here" (Chorus) x3 .

Nelly - Interlude

Nelly - Ride With Me

Where they at (8X) (Chorus) If you wanna go and take a ride wit me wit three women in the fo' with the gold D's Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you wanna go and get high wit me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!) In the club on the late night, feelin right Lookin tryin to spot somethin real nice Lookin for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home (I can take home) She can be 18 (18) wit an attitude or 19 kinda snotty actin real rude But as long as you a thicky thicky thick girl you know that it's on (Know that it's on) I peep something comin towards me on the dance floor Sexy and real slow (hey) Sayin she was peepin and I dig the last video So when Nelly, can we go; how could I tell her no? Her measurements were 36-25-34 I like the way you brush your hair And I like those stylish clothes you wear I like the way the light hit the ice and glare And I can see you boo from way over there (Chorus) Face and body front and back, don't know how to act Without no vouchers on her boots she's bringin nuttin back You should feel the impact, shop on plastic when the sky's the limit and them haters can't get past that Watch me as I gas that, fo' dot six Range Watch the candy paint change, everytime I switch lanes It feel strange now Makin a livin off my brain, instead of 'caine now I got the title from my momma put the whip in my own name now Damn shit done changed now Runnin credit checks with no shame now I feel the fame now (come on), I can't complain now (no more) Shit I'm the mayne now, in and out my own town I'm gettin pages out of New Jersey, from Courtney B. Tellin me about a party up in NYC And can I make it? Damn right, I be on the next flight Payin cash; first class - sittin next to Vanna White (Chorus) x2 Check, check -- yo, I know somethin you don't know And I got somethin to tell ya You won't believe how many people, straight doubted the flow Most said that I was a failure But now the same motherfuckers askin me fo' dough And I'm yellin, "I can't help ya" "But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?" Hell no (what's witchu?!) you for real?! Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy, and I fly high Niggaz wanna know why, why I fly by But yo it's all good, Range Rover all wood Do me like you should - fuck me good, suck me good We be them stud niggaz, wishin you was niggaz Poppin like we drug dealers, simply cause she butt-naked Honey in the club, me in the Benz Icy grip, tellin me to leave wit you and your friends So if shorty wanna... knock, we knockin to this And if shorty wanna... rock, we rockin to this And if shorty wanna... pop, we poppin the Crist' Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist City talk, Nelly listen; Nelly talk, city listen When I fuck fly bitches; when I walk pay attention See the ice and the glist'; niggaz starin or they diss Honies lookin.
all they wish - come on boo, gimme kiss (Chorus) x2 Hey, must be the money! (x4) (Chorus) .

Nelly - E.I.

Uh.. uh uh uh uh Uh.. wait a minute now Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uh, uh.. Can you hear me out there? Lunatics.. is y'all ready? Let me hear ya Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'ma sucka for corn rows and manicured toes (hey) Fendi capri pants and Parasuco's (alright) Passadity ?? city, with one or two throws I'm droppin 'em outta high school straight into the pros Who knows? I know! And I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows And break it down low to the flo', and there you go Now throw it on me slow And everytime I +Busta Rhyme+, baby "Gimme Some Mo'" You say you like that, when I hit it from behind And I'll be right back; yeah that's my very next line I use it - time after time, when I'm speakin my mind It's no matter if I'm shootin game to a pigeon or dime I ask her, "Who dat is, talkin that shit about the 'tics?" Somebody probably jealous cause they bitch got hit But ain't nobody else droppin shit like this Should we apologize? Nah fuck 'em, just leave 'em pissed, HEY! (Chorus) x2 Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I. Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What's happenin now? Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I. Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! If the head right, Nelly there ery'night We can gamble to the break of dawn, nigga Money long, nigga Pass up the skirt to talk to the thong, nigga Some say I'm wrong, but fuck it I'm grown, nigga If you ain't bout money then best be gone, nigga I'm fast (uh) double takes when you walk past me Nasty, don't be scared boo, go 'head and ask me I drive fastly, call me Jeff Gord-on In the black SS with the naviga-tion See the joint blaz-on, somethin smells amaz-on I got a chick rollin up, half black and asi-an Another one pag-in, tellin me to come home Her husband on vacation and left her home alone I used the V-12, powers; weight loss, powers From +Phat Farm+ to +Iceberg Slim+ in one shower Get a room in Trump Towers just to hit the P hours Kicked the bitch up out the room cause she used the word ours, HEY! (Chorus) Aiyyo I smash-mouth a whole ounce, of that sticky Wash my hands under a gold spout, when feelin icky Let go off in a ho's mouth, I ain't picky Start frontin when the shows out - whatchu mean?! Twenty inches when they roll ouuuuuuut - come and get me Big faces when they fold ouuuuuuut - is you wit me? Don't make me pull that fo'-fo' ouuuuuuut I keep it closer when the dough ouuuuuuut Then I slide up in the Escalade Me and E gettin solid like the Ice Capades And me and Heezy - frosty, project mo' wrapped up than Bugsy If you compare me to your local grocery Then you'll see I got more carrots/karats than "Aisle D" More bread than "Aisle G", then bag and scan me +Sure+ like +Al B.+, meet the 'tics in Maui, HEY! (Chorus) St. Louis y'all, uh, uh Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uh, can you feel that? Lunatics y'all, uh, uh Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uh, uh, Uncle Phil up above y'all, uh, uh Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Yell it universal y'all, uh, uh Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uh, uh, chillin chillin chillin with the crew y'all (Chorus till fade...) .

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Nelly - Thicky Thick Girl

(Chorus) See now you could be a lady or a bitch now Still, Your thicky thicky thicky thick Lookin like a lolli-pop waitin for the lick girl Your thicky thicky thicky thick Remind me of my 6-4 waitin at the switch girl Your thicky thicky thicky thick Could be a crime that im waiting to commit girl? Your thicky thicky thicky thick So basically I'm a joke right? Look me in the eyes and tell me if you don't lie When are you that shoes untied before you know it method First step we getting naked, pants gone in 20 seconds It's gettin hectic Reckage is likea hoopty hittin shawns But it seems im behind schedule with broad troubles twistin and pullin Im like shorty help me (come on) Help me (please) don't blow my high, cause I'm too horny She giggles and gives a horny smile... so i take advantage Kisses in gentle places tryin to get myself established I'm comfortable, wanna be .
in that moe With no control Concentrating on my relay her every blow Yo', I'm still cold But cooler than 2 below And now I got that wrong in the past You'll never know IT'S ON Put my penis in accurate Just relaxing it Now it's my time to party like the lunatics at an ? (Chorus) Now comes first like the front porch and the polo shirts Skirts there they are thats the one cause Im far From Average Lane with that "What's your name?" game I'm stormin on your brain like a surgeon in the rain Take the fame if can Watch me wrap like saran All up in this shit now You want me like a tan Live in me like a van In reverse that's the worst Playa curse put up on me now We spreadin on my hommies like a germ Watch me turn into captain kill a hoe Fill a hoe strong Watch me last long like a penny broke many motels i got a rich coupon I'm doing dismounts on foutons Comin out like Key won I feel like ceramic in a hammoc God damn it Thats my words Oohs and Aahs Slurred like a verb Someone acting like an ass like a metaphor Now I'm headed for the highways Selling me by's sideways (Chorus) Selling shit out to they ears Hot tones and telephones Just to get they bezzle home Gonna watch my bedrock like flinstones Son too strong Try to smoke your sack is fatty sonic Drive me nuts like planters Harpin a nigga like offalana(swish) I ban ya from the smoke house church Who you think you fuckin with? Trying to play me like ? Pull some dumber and dumber shit Stomp me like a step show (grab ho) Then i let go (throw) split That ass like g-strings up on these rat hoes i pose as a threat to hit any one of these niggas rats Split some game and get them burnt Gonna watch this tag team like free bird Say the word I be at rats with all my partners Straight loungin with a pocket full of rubbers and have it bouncin go make the announcment Smoke like dynamite the good times Want both girls like prime time Want real highs and thick thighs take pride in my stylin Head bustin you be drivin Got 'em bangin the walls so hard te neighbors callin Asking you whats (Chorus) *begins* Going on over there Sounds like you guys are going CRAZY Going going gone (Chorus) x2 .

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Nelly - For My

*talking through megaphone* Yo, uh, you didn't see this one comin did ya All the way from the N.O. to S.T.L. Nelly-Nel and Lil' Wayne Nelly- On a scale one to ten I be rated a 12 (right!) You know it and these cats hate it I got nothing outdated If it is it's self rated S-class wit everything voice-activated Chrome rim three bladed, factory custom made it Paid wit big faces; if it's broke then replace it Now it's like that; Purple Haze and Cognac On tha beach in L.A. with dime bitches ridin my back Lil' Wayne- I represent them street niggas When they get hot, carry the heat niggas Them sweet niggas off they feet niggas You livin on the edge Fleet nigga That's why my clique we do or die and roll deep nigga Ain't nothing sweet nigga, recognize the bloody clothes Ready to represent the Grove wit two calicoes I carry 4's in my side pocket While yours cock a nigga mind poppin Walk through you house wit my iron now when (Chorus) x2 Nelly- This is for my niggaaassss Who be keepin it tight Only lovin dime bitches that fuck on the first night This is for my bitchessss Wit the style and grace Who ain't hear nothing talkin but the Benjamin face Nelly- I ain't bullshittin I trick em and run up in they kitchen And she ain't a nonadeada my niggas then I'm splitin Get a code-red hop in the Jag and fled Pump +Nore+ number six, "bitch give me some head" And for you niggas out there who be jacking the wrist Got a new group for ya, Nina Ross and the Clips And from the hip I shoot, if you wanna get loot Bout ta tell ya the truth I'm more focused I'm born in the Lou' (Chorus) Lil' Wayne- I ain't no busta nigga Came up out that Holly Grove dungeon nigga Flame up and toast let it get sparkin up in here You don't make out alive very often up in here I'ma speak on behalf of the C.M.B. partna I'm a sweep off ya air if its standing beef partna I skeet off.
a bag of the dilly-D partna Slip me on a mask hit the Benz wit three choppers Weezy-wez partna Nelly- Four karats in my earring, five around my knuckle Six wrap the wrist, check the belt buckle Leave them wit it look like Nelly I didn't know If you was the Jackie Frost why didn't you say so Somebody gotta shine my nigga why not me Even my dentist told me floss 7 days a week Freeza brought out the piece Gucci and hat sweet Butter soft leather seats for trash talkin' freaks (Chorus) This is for my niggaaaaaaaasssssssss *talking through megaphone* Uh, uh, ha bet ya no were ready for that one hu, ha, ha We know ya didn't see that one comin Uh, uh ee-yah Uh, uh wodie .

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Nelly - Utha Side

(Chorus) x2 I said you don't really wanna go, I can tell But I'm gone take you anyway what the hell So come on get on in the ride And let me take you to the other side I said inhale exhale I heard your clientele is doin well I see you boomin out the S-T-L Pushin a five hundred S-L I heard you even got a child now (look at that) A baby momma and a bow-wow My nigga know you need to calm down F-for County run up in your house But you don't wanna hear that though, it's too late Now the feds knocking at your door, you took the bait They got taps on your mobile phone They do surveillance all around your home Now ya pawnin' everything ya own Calling on your partners for a loan No more slip and sliding on the chrome Your good days have come and gone I tried to tell you (Chorus) Now baby girl what's your name? And tell me what's your claim to fame Oh I can tell you do your thing Just by checking out your diamond ring I see you at the mall every day Buying shanelle, fendi, Donna K Plus I heard they took your job away And got ya kids' shit on lay away You got a 4-5 Infinity (You livin' large) Like your last name was Kennedy or El' DeBarge Oh I just can't believe, that you made that money righteously The kids asking what they mommy do And why she lock us in the bedroom I think mommy getting paid to screw Cause every night it's a different dude I tried to tell (Chorus) Little man how old are you (you can tell me) And what you doing skipping school I see you running with your lil' crew Out there fighting over red and blue So now you wanna claim gangs Even heard you bought a (?) that ain't it You started out with chronic on the grain Now you're smoking amphetamines I ain't trying to sway your dreams Just trying to show you, that's it's other ways to make cream (Take it from me) Just go to school and make something of Your young life and watch it blow up You ain't gotta stop being cool Don't even gotta stop flosin' fancy jewels (and fast cars) Just keep it real with your game son And don't forget were you came from I'm trying to tell ya (Chorus) x4 .

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Nelly - Tho Dem Wrappas

Uhh, I boss thru in a Hummer, Murphy the Don, Lizzie, Keyuan With the Best thunder than Shaun Jon, you don't want None ??? like Batter up and leavin heads swolle up On top of all that, I got the rap sewed up Hold up, with the budda thumpin' niggaz Qouta And just the teach a lesson, I put one in ya shoulder I told ya, 'Tics live for the street life Eat Right, Fuck good, And reffer thru the Pipe And give me head all night And if its some beef, I pumpin lead on sight until they deceased I took ya head off right I live in the Beast Nigga, where the Feds, Play ??? I still floss ice, keep it tight E-very time, call me the Black Liberace when I'm playing mine Thats how I flo, ??? when i get mine, any way it go Whether it be rapping or with the 4-4 (Chorus) x2 Let's make a Million Keep it real for Triple-0 Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro Fuck a bitch and some Clothes I gotta get rich, Go platinium in 2 shows And get the Dough.... My nigga, I can make a million blind-folded, with no shows using no flows, just Arm -n- Hammer And folk O's Gimmie low does and a Connect, that neva closed And watch me lock it down from North County to BenRos Fuck some Mo-Mo's, Gimmie hundereds .
with soft chrome On the Navigata equipped to click and log on I leave that before its gone 'Fore they even bring it home Matta Fact, I'll tell you whats in the back, its all gone Two holes in the roof, to let the sun come in Match it leather carseat, in case my son get in I spare one off in the back in case he bring his friend Playstation just in case a nigga think he can win (Chorus) x2 Let's make a Million Keep it real for Triple-0 Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro Fuck a bitch and some Clothes I gotta get rich, Go platinium in 2 shows And get the Dough.... I gotta make a million Gotta get myself a million Gonna turn that into a billion If not, then I just won't die I say now, Tho yo wrappers off in tha air But only if the ice on your wrist cause glares I gettin stares from down bitches, thats eatin alone West missies, 1-2-3-4 or 5 bottles of Cris's on the Table, arms the strong ripp off the Label No more shows for free, I'm pay-per-view like Cable They all screamin my name, different shades and race Take them all backstage and lett'em plead they case Make a million like Jigga, standin in one place Sound Scan like Thrilla with out changing my face They threw ??? plan B says.. - Who says ??? Then whats plan A, cause plan B is a BOMB case (Chorus) x2 Let's make a Million Keep it real for Triple-0 Eyes low, from plenty Henny and Hydro Fuck a bitch and some Clothes I gotta get rich, Go platinium in 2 shows And get the Dough.... I gotta make a million Gotta get myself a million Gonna turn that into a billion If not, then I just won't die All my Midwest niggaz tryin to make a meal, Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O ) All my Dirty South niggaz tryin to make a meal, Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O ) All my West Coast niggaz tryin to make a meal, Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O ) All my East Coast niggaz tryin to make a meal, Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O ) .

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Nelly - Wrap sumden

(Chorus) x2 Hey this is no lie Me and my niggas gettin high Yo if you look up in the sky You might see us floating by You see Biggie be like what's beef? Me I'm like what's weed? Weed is actually a medicine for me, you know. Every 4 hours like a prescription I smoke. And I'm thanking my refer chief for making me choke. I'm like one of those half-baked thugs, I'm in love. Then after that roll cool "J's" I mean bud. Cause I still piss stems and still shit seeds, I spit residue smoke on my way to buy weed. Wrap Sumden, always I smoke more then Cheech and Chong. My best friends a bong and my homies a smokaholic. I know one day, I'm gone stop, but that'll be the day when my seeds don't pop. You see weed helps me get my thoughts together quick. But on the other hand, as soon as I'm sober I forget. Shit, I'm still stuck at point "A" ya dig, and my momma think that I should quit. (Chorus) x2 Ya I get high. You might see me stroll by in the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye. I'm sick now. I think I'm catching glaucoma. See me on the corner, looking for weed donars. You know how we do it kid. We get that good herb and swerve. Till the gas run out, the way we smokes absurd. That's my word, Wrap Sumden (Wrap Sumden), make a nigga clap somthing, get all mad and slap somthing. Yo grab the towels cover the smoke alarms and doors. See I somke alone, I need grass like lawn mowers. Say dutch time, roll up it's clutch time, and I burn mine, don't you ever ever touch mine. Fire it up dog, but watch out for 5-0. Eyes blowed fuck plenty henny and hydro. Fuck a bitch and some clothes, I gotta get rich gold platinum and do some shows and get blowed. (Chorus) x2 All I know, is money making hoes and smoking endo. If I wasn't high I'd probably know a little more, but since I don't some might consider me slow. Don't worry though. I keep the pants sag. Bubble eye hands rag. Eyes glassed smoking fill from the hash. Choking after that but don't the blunt pass. "What we doin' today" Same shit we did last week. Wake up in the morning and yawn and roll up. Bag up and make some runs and roll up.
. 5-0 behind me my niggas so hold up. Ok made a left so continue to roll up. Don't get me wrong police, yo I stop for them, but when they leave guaranteed I'll be smoking again. Catch my second wind and start in on my next bag. The type of nigga smoke on the way to his rehab. (Chorus) x2 *Fade* (Chorus) .

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Nelly - Batter Up

*Sports personalities* Welcome ladies and gentlemen This is Mark... oh-Who-gives-a-fuck from '93 TV This is my co-host, Bob Buttafuoco (Hey hey guys) Yeah yeah yeah We got a crowd that's in a frenzy Bob Let's go down to the announcers for the start of the game *Stadium announcer* And now.. please rise for the singing of our national anthem (Chorus) *paraphrasing "The Jeffersons"* I say the fish don't fry in the kitchen Beans don't burn on the grill (that's right) It took a whole lot of tah-ryin Just to get up that hill I said but now we're up in the BIG LEAGUES My dirty it's our turn at bat And just as long as we livin, it's Lunatics playa It ain't nuttin wrong with that, huh - batter up St. Lunatics- I'm the first to swing I'ma run with that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot wings Fuck a dub, smoke an ounce, show me love Hit the club, me and T-Luv holla what I put my mack down, she throw a curve ball She owed Milli smoked that herb and some Llly-bone She tip-top 'em, Optimo First base, god livin like a worst race First chase, throw yo' people and yo' kind Second lesson, smoke that herb and clear yo' mind It's about time, second base wisdom rhyme Sittin strong, skipped third base and headed home Third baseman just don't understand baby what the bong What the fuck wrong, with this world today With these girls today, diamonds and pearls the way You wasn't fuckin with me, leave, for the wrap that's in my seed Now you stays on yo knees cause we's be in the big league Cause we's be in the big leauge (Chorus) Nelly- Well you should see me now, I'm eatin Wheaties now I'm stealin second and third and lookin home peepin greedy now See me now, people call me speedy now Known for runnin the quickest miles hit and run in any town, any ground Rules 'fore I hit it, split it, lick it and quit it And hit it, lick it, did I say lick it, (yeah) fuck it, lick it Ain't no shame in my game, that normal shit ain't my thang If I stick with my dick then put your mouth on my brains I maintain through the atmosphere, what we got here A sucka in fear, hear the roars and the cheers From the crowd when I take the mile, let me show 'em how Hit the ball on the ground and make 'em get down (Chorus) *Sports personalities* Well uhh this next young batter on deck He's still in high school (yeah I heard that) (It's a great day though) A good high school out in U-City of St. Louis, Missouri (I think his name's umm, who knows.. Mur-uhh, Murphey Lee or somethin) Murphey Lee- I want my name not, not said but screamed I went from fantasies to dreams, dreams to bigger things I'm like Bennett I been in it since, ninety-three You can tell cause my L angle 90 degrees I'ma sixteen year-old school boy, platinum skills Swear to tell the real, the whole real to make a mill' I lie little but still, talk straight up like motto I could tell you somethin now, you think twice about it tomorrow I promise, I gets deeper than file cabinets when rappin Money, money, money, money what's happenin I'm comin up like family members in basements, and I stay bent Make a milli to play with, buy a building you can pay me And the 'tic is who I came with You know how we do, we do, we do, we do, we do, we do (Chorus) *Sports personalities ad libbing* .

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Nelly - Never Let Em C U Sweat

Yeah Gangsta What That Gangsta Yeah That Gangsta on the tips E.I Nelly- I was forced to live the crazy life Y'all niggas don't understand what a day be like But a son know my Pop's didn't raise me right When Hennedy don't pay me right No Baby wipes Keep the 3-80 tight The Mercedes dyke On a shady night Y'all niggas is lady like Blow for niggas that'll watch your arm Run in you.
r crib pop your Mom Like bitch with stocks and bonds In the studio a thug wanna lock your calm Tell a nigga I'm like flex I drop the bomb You come to war with a switch blade Get laid Nigga Imma spit the gauge at your rib cage We thugged out Y'all niggas is bitch made You pick Jay they North white the shit grade Yor cousin looks mad ready to let the clips spray Out of a week I stay in a lab for 6 days (Chorus) x2 I run my right guard incase my shot ain't handy Speed stickin' me and mine I turn it up a degree Your secrets still kept Never let em see you sweat Teamsters- I'm second to none nigga Yo I'm lettin my gun Pull this trigger shit off the window Through the head of your son I've been runnin' like 20 miles I ain't sweatin' for fun Yo it's hard to be a team when the second is one Cause I follow very Wanna wife like Halle Berry Yeah I ain't tryna be locked up under consolitary Like it don't stop Nigga I stop for food How you gonna pop a nigga that pop for you Hushed out in the drop top Aqua blue Get the bitch screamin' "Please, Please, not my boo" My revolver shook like I deal with smart crook You know the name Switch up the game like Garth Brooks Like ten cars with tire, hoes and and winstars I been hard through hell better sing God Diminish, I'm a bull dog, breathing British You ain't site cause your night show is all about your image (Chorus) x2 What I've seen on the bricks of the little front At colorses, check the ashtrey that hold the blunts We hustling, I do the push ups and the sit ups nigga Get muscular Just incase you let your lips slip up I'm bustin ya Never let em see you sweat Yeah that's my motto Catch em in the club get wrecked With the bottle The silencer behind his neck The others follow Show them you ain't bullshittin and you ain't hollow I saw you talkin' to that chick Up over there I heard you ask her why she on my dick yeah, yeah I heard it all before ya dig Next thing y'all tellin me none of y'all put that on my fuckin' kid What you think this is I'm the reason they invented the whole navigational system So niggas can't find they trucks and they women when I'm with em Like I catch em in linen And then I flip em and run up in em Send her back to him And go to his house and blow him with her (Chorus) Never let em see you sweat Never let em see you sweat Never let em Never let em To to play this hit out nigga How nigga! .

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Nelly - Lovin Me

Ay yo ma, how you doin, it's ya son now And I picked up the mic and put the drugs down Now I'm tryin to do some things that'll make you proud Instead of everytime I call it's to bail me out Oh why didn't I listen to things you used to tell me Knowin that everything that you said would never fail me Like 'they got plans for ya Ain't nothin I can do when them laws get they hands on ya' But I ain't listenin, even payin attention I'm just tryna get mine Takin advantage, you would get two jobs at the same time Ungrateful, complainin about Nike and Polo signs But you always come through, and what do I do I wreck both ya cars, stole money from ya drawers Sold dope out ya yard, stayed into with them laws Tryin to pay you back for all the stress that I caused And always be there to give you whatever you want (Chorus) (Don't stop ever lovin me) Uh, uh, I said whatever you need (Don't stop ever lovin me) Uh, uh, I said you don't have to worry no more (Don't stop ever lovin me) Uh, uh, uh, 'cause ya son will be there for you (Don't stop ever lovin me) Uh, uh, uh Now verse two, yeah that's for you boo I send ya props 'cause you the only one that stuck through When I'm upset and stressed you give me back rubs When I'm depressed you give me head off in the bathtub, E-I! On ya P's and Q's, on ya Q's and P's You hear my beeper goin off and you just throw me my keys Ain't even askin me yo is it coochie or G's And for that reason now you can ask me for anything Not a for real smoker but you choke with me Not too hot about the drinkin but you toast with me Livin at ya granny house you kept the dope for me And woul.
dn't hesitate to go to court for me Need money, my boo'll go and work the avenue My boo'll fuck you up if I ask her to That's why I do the things I do And I will always be there to give you whatever you want (Chorus) (Don't stop ever lovin me) Uh, uh, I said whatever you need (Don't stop ever lovin me) Uh, uh, I said I don't wanna lose you no (Don't stop ever lovin me) Uh, uh, uh, 'cause you're my boo and my only one (Don't stop ever lovin me) Uh, uh, uh I'm doin this one here for Shaun Haynes, Lashando and J.D. D Quick, Boo Gees and Fatty My nigga Lil' Erv, Gino and Poochie and everybody over on Euclide and Labade Young Big Touch, Pooh and Big Baby Rio, J.T. and Big Money Herky Jerk, Wezz and Pea and Cody J.E., K-Ug and Odie Toe-Fa, M.J., and Cowlby And all my soldiers down at Frank Brown on Monday My Lunatic fam, Keyuan, Murphy Lee City Spud, T-Love and Big Lee Yellow Mack, Slow Down, Courtney B The rest of my niggas up in the N.Y.C. And without Trail, Cooter and Coach it just wouldn't be And I will always be there to give you whatever you want (Don't stop ever lovin me) I said whatever you need (Don't stop ever lovin me) 'Cause y'all my niggas for life you know (Don't stop ever lovin me) You can always smoke with me .


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